An AARP card came in the mail for my wife and I the other day and my wife handed me mine like I’d won a prize. I refused to put it in my wallet for days, leaving it instead on the kitchen table where it waved a withered, age-spotted hand at me every time I walked by. I’d already been moping about the onset of old age lately as I’ve watched my mother-in-law slip into decline. Last year she contracted a low level virus and then fell in her apartment and was taken to the hospita